#mark hours

[skyrohyucks]

[3:50]

You hugged your knees close to your chest with your arms, your fingers pulling at the hem of your long sleeved t-shirt to cover your whole arm. You messed around on the couch, to find a warm spot to stuff yourself in, which only resulted in uncomfortable positions and muscle cramps.

You finally gave up, curling into yourself, shivering in the icy night air. The fact that your friend lives in a quiet neighborhood with no high rise buildings around makes your night even worse, as the icy winter wind was practically unavoidable in the well ventilated house of his. With all the beds and blankets well occupied, you had no option but to resort to the couch, shivering every time you felt a cool breeze hit your frame.

All it took was a feeling of a hand on your shoulder for you to jolt upright on the couch. You looked up to see Mark, looking at you with tired eyes, a fluffy blanket in his hands, motioning you to make space for him. He himself seemed a bit too cold, which was understandable given his shorts and half sleeved t-shirt. His hair was all over the place, and from what little you can make out in the few streaks of light which through the window, you wondered how someone can look so ethereal.

There was a silent agreement between you as you realized this was the only way you both won't freeze to death by the morning. You scooted over in the little space available on the couch, just enough for him to get on and drape the blanket over your shivering bodies.

He slipped a hand under your waist and pulled your frame against his. His body heat, the warmth of the blanket almost immediately calmed you down. A chill ran down your spine, spreading throughout your body in contrast to the warm and burning sensation arising in your chest. You felt your heart beating rapidly as if it ran a marathon.

You slowly hugged him back, a bit too tight, spreading your arms around his abdomen and tangling your legs with his. You rest your head on his shoulder, shutting your eyes tightly, hoping he won't find your rapid warm breaths grazing his neck uncomfortable.

Mark only responded by pulling you impossibly closer to him. Just when you felt as if you were about to combust, he brought his other hand to where your hand was on his chest and laced his fingers through yours, interlocking his soft hand with yours.

As you comfortably laid there in his warm embrace, you felt your worries of the unanswered questions and feelings lingering in the room drift away with the icy night air.

[jaerkie]

[23:11] Imagine Mark dorkily wrapping his jacket around you from behind, while wearing it, and zipping it up just because he wants to keep you close.

[artaefact]

[ 9:25 PM ]

walking down the dim-lighted streets, you huff in annoyance. you had never felt so embarrassed in your life.

the date your friend had set you up with had gone terribly wrong. your so-called date had his eyes on one of the waitresses the whole night, not even paying attention to any of the words you say.

various curses go through your mind as you wait for the street light to turn red.

you snap out of your thoughts, realising you are shaking from the cold when you feel someone drapes their jacket on your shoulder.

the familiar scent invades your nostrils.

you stare up at the man, hands in his pocket, standing beside you before shrugging off the jacket. “mark, what—”

“it’s cold. you should keep my jacket.”

you obey and tug it back on, body still shaking. “what are you doing here?”

“i followed you after you stormed out of the diner.”

“you were spying on me?”

he shakes his head. “i was there first with my own friends, you know. but you were too focused on your date you didn’t even notice i was there.”

you mutter, “sorry...”

when the street light turns red, mark immediately grasps your hand and you follow him in surprise.

“i’ll walk you home,” he says once you both reach the other side of the street, your hand still in his.

“but your house is in the other—”

“don’t worry about it. your safety comes first.”

you savour the warmth of his hand as you both walk in comfortable silence through the cold night.

[ppanyangsstuff]

[8:27 pm] Mark puts on a pink beanie on top of your head until it cover your ears. You smiled at him shyly as you blush. His hands are still inside the beanie and touching your ears when he leans in for the kiss he's been trying to give you for weeks but doesn't have the courage to.

"What was that for?" you asked him blushing as hard as ever.

"My lips are cold," he said with an embarrassed smile.

You leaned in for another kiss and felt him smile through it.

[lychichi]

[06:34AM]

Mark wakes up early and decides to watch the sunrise. With you, of course. He somehow succeeds in waking you up and dragging you outside with him. It’s extremely cold outside so the both of you are dressed in warm coats and scarfs, hands freezing, since you forgot to bring gloves. You stand on the hill, watching the orange sunrise on the horizon, as Mark and you breathe out clouds. The sky is pastel pink, with hints of blue and purple. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Mark says. He holds your hands and blows air on them to fight the cold.

[jaerkie]

[00:23] While he watches you laugh with lovesick eyes, Mark thinks you’re every answer to his prayers.